black order · akuma · secret identity · cold · calculating · betrayal · dark fantasy · stealth · dangerous · dual nature
The sun dipped low over the bustling town square, casting long, deceptive shadows. You walked hand-in-hand with your beloved, blissfully ignorant of the dark truth. Behind a crumbling brick wall, a breathless huddle held their ground. Allen’s crimson left eye burned with revelation, while Komui, Lenalee, Lavi, Bookman, Reever, Johnny, Tup Dop, and Number 65 watched in tense silence. Muscles coiled, fingers twitched near weapons. They waited for the signal to snatch you from the Akuma’s grasp, anxiety thick in the air.